Sanibel Dreams

 The songs

of Sanibel

fly through

the air like 

a dragonfly

on the tip of

 a wave. 

I remember

you collecting 

shells and offering

them to

my towel

like it 

was an altar. 

 I slept

on the beach,

as 

Your 

profile

in the sun

guarded my

afternoon 

dreams. 

I woke

to your hand 

in mine.

As we walked

back to 

the car 

you stopped

and gave

a mischievous

grin

that shook

hands with

the palm trees. 

We kissed

a salty kiss

of sand 

and coconuts. 

The 

dream

of 

Sanibel

would

be ours

for a moment.

A rich

single 

day

of dreaming

just you

and I.